TOO MUCH FOR ONE MATCH

What the world witnessed last Sunday was spectacular. This year's Champions League final was a match that injected a rush of emotions for every set of fans out there. For neutrals, it had everything from unmatchable quality of play to the worst levels of incompetence fathomable. I have never laughed at a football match like I did at this one.

Madrid fans felt something that no one has felt in decades, and no one else probably will in the near future. To be so clearly better than the rest, to be the best club in the world, to have a leader who's admired and hated in equal measures because of his passion and ruthlessness on the pitch, Real Madrid fans who've stuck by them from the mid 2000s to the early 2010s will feel vindicated.

For Liverpool fans, being used to heartbreak is one thing, but having their hearts wrenched from their chests the way it happened the other night was something no one would even wish upon their enemies, other than United fans who probably did wish something similar. There really is no consolation.

Football unites people and nations the way not a lot of things can, but its role as a divider is something we all experience every day. Fans will fight over this final the way they will keep fighting throughout the World Cup that's almost upon us. It's possible that we care too much about football for our own good, and right now, it's really difficult to stop talking about it.